O Darling, O Eternal Flame Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O Darling, O secret Throne of my soul's reality—
see how this soul beats its wings against Your door!
Your glance—not a star, but the Sun behind all suns—
shatters my false self into a million dancing motes.

Your mystic reed sounds Your deathless presence,
whispering: none but You exists.
A cuckoo from the Unseen's highest branch
cries, 'Listen! Listen! '—and the echo answers,
Here I am… Here I am…
until the whole world becomes a single throat proclaiming:
Here I am! Here I am!

At dawn, birds in blue robes of air
weave a fire so subtle it consumes both sun and shadow.
One wingbeat—and the sky dissolves into Your Face.
One breath—and distance dies, ashamed.

Who can sunder myriad forms from the hidden Manifester?
You are the Sultan of all shapes—their contours without edge.
Your wine—the Wine before the first grape ripened;
Your freedom—the flame that faces every side.

You are the silence that longs to be sung,
the song resounding in every breast of Your creation.
Lover, Beloved, Love—three drops of a single ocean—
and in me, the drunkard who has lost even the cup.

— MyKoul